The next day, after school let out, Jon made his way to his English classroom and Ms. Watson. He could hardly wait to see if his wish had worked the way he wanted. Ms. Watson's eyes had lingered on him several times in class that day and he hoped that none of the other students had noticed. He entered the classroom to find Ms. Watson waiting for him. She pulled Jon towards her, mashing him against her massive bosom, kissing him on the lips and whispering, "Do you mind if we have a quick fuck before we go out to our usual spot and make out more leisurely? My pussy's been burning all day and your man meat is the only thing that can quench it." Jon supposed that the look on his face was answer enough as Ms. Watson dragged him into the classroom closet, pulled down her panties, hiked up her skirt and bent over.
Jon pulled down his pants and underwear and thrust his now throbbing manhood into Ms. Watson's vagina. He hoped no one could overhear them as they grunted and moaned their way towards mutual orgasm. Jon and his teacher both gasped as he shot his seed into her waiting vagina, after which they redressed, left school and proceeded towards Ms. Watson's house.
That night was the most intensely pleasurable of Jon's life. After getting to his teacher's house, Ms. Watson stripped off her clothing. "I've always felt that nudity was a woman's most natural state," she purred into Jon's ear as she massaged his throbbing cock. Jon noticed that her nipples were pierced, which he wasn't expecting in a teacher, wrapped his arms around her and began to fondle her naked butt.
Ms. Watson pulled Jon's clothes off him as she hauled him towards her bedroom and underneath the covers, where she proved that her needs were as strong as she had made them out to be. That night, they ceased to be people and became a mass of rutting, moaning, naked flesh. Jon lost track of the times he mounted her, entering her both vaginally and analy, orgasming and spilling his seed into her every time. Any time his stamina seemed to be flagging, Ms. Watson sixty-nined with him, taking his penis in her mouth and infusing new life into his manhood.
Hours later, at almost two in the morning, both of them were temporarily spent. Jon was glad that the previous day had been a Friday, so now they could spend the entire weekend like this. As they cuddled in each other's arms, waiting for their needs to come roaring back to life, Jon kissed his teacher and said, "Thank you, Ms. Watson. No one else has ever made me feel the way you do."
"Please," Ms. Watson replied. "Remember that when were alone and intimate like this I wanted you to call me Phoebe." A sad look appeared temporarily on her face and then was gone. Jon asked her what was wrong. "Nothing," she said. "I just sometimes wish..."
